Psalms 142

1 A Psalme of David, to give instruction, and a prayer, when he was in the cave. I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto the Lord.

Bawipa venawh khawteh na khy nyng; qeennaak thoeh doena Bawipa venawh awi y nyng.

2 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.

A haiawh ka ngaihnaak awi kqawn pe nyng saw; ka kyinaak ce a haiawh kqawn pe nyng.

3 Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.

Kak khuina kang myihla ve a zai awh, nang ing ni ka lam ve na sim law. Ka cehnaak lam awh thlangkhqi ing ang hyp na dawng dun law uhy.

4 I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.

Kak tang ben ve toek mai lah; kai anik ngainaak u pynoet awm am awm hy. Thuknaak am ta nyng saw; kai ka hqingnaak ve u ingawm ikaw na am huhy.

5 Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.

Aw Bawipa, nang a venawh khy nyng, “Nang taw kang thuknaak na awm hyk ti, ak hqingkhqi qam awh ka taham na awm hyk ti,” ti nyng.

6 Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.

Kak khynaak awi ve ngai lah, ni ngoe soeih nyng; kai anik hquutkhqi kut khuiawh kawng ni hul lah, kai aham taw amik tha awm soeih hy.

7 Bring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shall the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.

Nang ming kam kyihcah thainaak aham, thawngim khui awhkawng ni loet sak lah. Cawhtaw kak khan awh na leeknaak awh ve thlak dyngkhqi ing nik chung khqi khoep kaw.